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To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself

Rating: 3.4

1 When you had played with life a space
2 And made it drink and lust and sing,
3 You flung it back into God's face
4 And thought you did a noble thing.
5 "Lo, I have lived and loved," you said,
6 "And sung to fools too dull to hear me.
7 Now for a cool and grassy bed
8 With violets in blossom near me."

9 Well, rest is good for weary feet,

10 Although they ran for no great prize;
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Solomon Senxer 12 September 2019

a terrific poem! Love this!

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A cutting poem on a young poet's wasted life and his defeatist outlook - a shame for those so gifted but so cowardly as to escape through suicide.

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Dorothy Bernard 22 January 2009

My take of this poem is that life is a precious gift given to us by God. To make the decision to end it by suicide is unforgivable and a cowardly act that does not afford us a chance to find a solution to whatever the problem is.

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